It was a great day; dry and sunny with spectacular autumn colours. Higher up it was cold and windy but still clear and bright.As the day drew to a close the mountains threw long dark shadows and the landscape was suffused with a wonderful golden glow from the sinking sun. I spent much of the time deep in thought . On such a lovely day in such magnificent surroundings I felt privileged to be alive. All the more so because last week we heard the tragic and unbelievable news that Theresa, a vet I used to work with, had been killed in a car accident.
Theresa was brought up on Mull. On graduating she took a job in Fort William. However when the chance to buy the singlehanded Mull practice came up she took what was likley to be a once in a lifetime chance despite her relative inexperience. An extremely, capable and caring vet it was a job that was made for her .Most would find the prospect of taking on a practice single handed especially on an island extremely daunting: No back up, no colleagues to consult, no days or nights off unless a locum was employed. Few people today would be willing to make that sort of sacrifice. Theresa had the passion and drive to make it work and she did. I'm filled with admiration for what she achieved.
So it is such a cruel blow that she was killed returning from an evening call last week . She was only 29 and had so much ahead of her. It is a terrible loss not just to her family and friends but to the islanders of Mull and to the veterinary profession.
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| Glencoe from a photo taken last week |
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| A sketch of Ben Nevis from Banavie |
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| View from the Gairlochy Road .Aonach Mor in the distance |
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